It was night, Zhao Zhijing stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, and the wisps of cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, but the most was still dark, the darkness that could not be seen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a few glances, a smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face, all of this is not the most important thing for him at this time, at this time he has already arranged for the battle for the dragon, it can be said that everything is ready and only owes Dongfeng. The most important thing for him at this time is his own cultivation, he who has a gap in his eyebrows, he is already a half-step innate, he is already sure to take this step, what should be done at this time is to prepare for this.

With a slight smile on his face, Zhao Zhijing's white figure flashed, and there was no trace of him, seeing where he went. But looking for the slightest sound, a closer look saw a white voice appear a few feet away, like a little starlight, flashing and appearing, and after a few times, there was no trace.

Guangming Peak, it was already night at this time, but there were still many disciples patrolling, one by one Mingjiao disciples with long knives hanging on their waists and lanterns in their hands, constantly patrolling in this huge Guangming Peak, compared to the Song Tingda's defense, as long as there was any wind and grass, it would attract attention. If someone unfamiliar breaks in, he will be captured and said to have been discovered before he comes to the Great Light Temple.

But this is not any problem for Zhao Zhijing, this is his home, and naturally no one is more familiar with everything here than him. Zhao Zhijing's footsteps in the night were brisk, and on the walking path, the disciples who saw Zhao Zhijing's figure saluted one after another, without a trace of disrespect, in their eyes, Zhao Zhijing was like a god, which was their faith.

Without stopping, Zhao Zhijing stopped in front of a small courtyard. It's not small to say small, but it's a lot smaller than the big light hall on top of the light.

There was not a single guard in front of this small courtyard, and it stood quietly in the night, the slightest light shining from the window, and a shadow was printed on the window paper. Seeing this figure, the smile on Zhao Zhijing's face was even bigger. With a smile on his face, he opened the closed courtyard door and walked briskly into the house.

The moment he opened the door of the house, what caught Zhao Zhijing's eyes was a gentle shadow, at this time Li Mochou was no longer the girl in a fiery red dress and a long sword in her hand, but a gentle wife. Hearing the sound of the openers, Li Mochou under the lamp turned around and saw Zhao Zhijing's figure, and suddenly a warm smile appeared on her face, just like a flower in spring, blooming in the sun.

Li Mochou, who stood up from the stool, already hugged Zhao Zhijing's arm as soon as he stepped out, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Zhijing, you're back!" Zhao Zhijing nodded slightly, took her little hand with one hand, sat down at the table, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at Li Mochou in front of him, who was no longer so rude, the picture in the depths of his memory came to him again.

Looking at the look on Zhao Zhijing's face and the thoughts in his eyes, the happy smile on Li Mochou's face became even stronger, and he hugged his arm tightly, as if the moment Zhao Zhijing left, it was already ten thousand years.

Under the lamp, Zhao Zhijing listened to Li Mochou tell a lot of trivial matters, but at this time, he did not have the slightest domineering in the Great Light Palace, nor did he have that momentum like a heavenly dome, but only a kind of tolerance, a kind of joy from the heart.

In the words, the night was already deep, but the two were still sitting at the table, at this time Li Mochou leaned on Zhao Zhijing's arms, listening to the interesting things told by Zhao Zhijing, from time to time the smile on her face was fuller, and she kept laughing, at this time she was like a cheerful little girl.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing suddenly heard a soft sound, and suddenly a funny smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face. At this moment, Li Mochou's face showed a touch of shyness, and he quickly stood up from Zhao Zhijing's arms, with a look of shame and anger on his face, and there seemed to be a trace of grievance in his eyes, looking at Zhao Zhijing with a smile on his face at this time.

"Well, it's not early, it looks like it's bedtime. It's just that I'm still a little hungry, let's make something to eat first!" As he spoke, Zhao Zhijing had already stood up on the stool, and he walked towards the kitchen with brisk steps, and after a while, a fragrance came out of it, and Li Mochou, who had no shyness on his face, showed a smile on his face.

Time passed, a month of time passed like this, Zhao Zhijing did not meditate and practice qi in the past month, and even the Purple Emperor Sword that did not leave his body was placed in the house by him, and he did not pull it out once, everything seemed so indifferent.

This month's Zhao Zhijing seems to have forgotten everything, ignoring all the things of Mingjiao, but there is no trace of chaos in Mingjiao, and he still runs according to Zhao Zhijing's previous instructions, this month is also Li Mochou's happiest month, this month Zhao Zhijing has been with her all the time.

This month, Zhao Zhijing took Li Mochou to look at the beautiful morning glow in the sky when the sun was rising; when the scorching sun was in the sky at noon, the two people under the shade of the trees drank a cup of tea and felt the coolness in the scorching sun; when the sun set, the beautiful sunset was naturally indispensable, and even under the bright moon in the sky, there were two people embracing each other.

A month is not too long, and it is not too short. Before I knew it, the thirty days of a month passed silently, and the time of the month of relaxation was about to usher in Zhao Zhijing's retreat. Li Mochou already knew all this, with the end of this month, she already knew what happened in her heart, this month was the month when Zhao Zhijing relaxed the tight string in his heart, and it was also the month that Li Mochou deserved for the loneliness afterward.

On this day, the morning sun rose again from the east, thousands of bright lights floated from the round of fiery red discs, the earth illuminated at this moment, the dark night has receded, the original bright moon in the sky is gone, the stars hanging high in the sky, no longer flickering, the sky only the red sun, and the flowers seem to welcome its morning glow, there is nothing else, it is the king of all this, and the other brilliance is eclipsed in front of it.

In the bright top and dark passage, there is only Zhao Zhijing alone. The heavy stone door was closed in the rumbling, and suddenly the secret room was dark, and there was no trace of light, only Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting on the futon at this time, the tiny breathing sound that seemed to be absent, like a drizzle, spread out in this huge secret room, exuding wisps of vitality, witnessing Zhao Zhijing's most important retreat, a transformation in the true sense. (To be continued.) )